To be a fire in the hidden night, cold and black all around, you sure do make quite the sight. Dying, here you are, a shooting star, standing so still but your bright shines so far. Echoing forever, turning heads that never budge, sitting in the dirt where people used to judge. Changing their mind as it's finally come to the time, let go, let people know who you are. Not of the dirt that you have made a home, but a heart that beats stronger than most. Let your mind be found, as you sit with your passion, paint the world with all your sound.
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PoetryThis is a collection of my writing from the past 7 years. Before I started to write, I was a very lost individual, as are most teens, but I was lost in darkness. I was too afraid to move anywhere at all. I hid in the dark, debilitated by my own anxi...